Rising from the mountain floor
Welcoming arms opened wide
Her gate ajar, never locked
Inviting all to come inside
Each guest is made to feel at home
With all quarters clean and bright
As all who enter feel the warmth
They know they’re welcome through the night
Even the ghost of Grandpa Wyles
His spector floating through the halls
Is kindly in his shimmering gait
His voice echoing from the walls
The beauty which surrounds this place
The solace of the forest, the trees
Somehow conveys each thought
Carried with the gentle breeze
If walls could speak they’d surely tell
Of happiness and fun found here
For this old castle, strong and true
Holds all of that which we hold dear
The sounds of life too long suppressed
Of joyous laughter, song and dance
Of tasty feasts, gourmet delights
And wondrous nights filled with romance
All of these things and more
Are part of Huguelot Castle, grand
Personified by our King and Queen
The best kingdom in all the land
Contest poem for Hugh Wyles Favourites
Dee Garner
© June 15, 2007
Adding your comment:
Dee
Thank you. Yeah, I know, Edna doesn't ever say anything but I have a feeling it's because Hugh wont allow it. He's deathly afraid that she'll tell us who REALLY runs things around the castle and ruin his image completely. As for the stick prodding, me thinks it's the other way around 
Dee
